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Hi,

Hope all had a great weekend. Mines wasn’t that great, sick again. I hate Winter. I’ll be glad when it is over. On the brighter side, I did make it to the Coffee House yesterday and got some revision done on Human-Skinned Wolves Book 7. Progress is always the best thing. I hope to make more this week. Keep your fingers crossed. Now, let’s get onto this week’s Flash Fiction Scene.

Remember to let your imagination soar when your read.

Julia

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Fingers traced my spine, leaving ripples of electric currents in its wake. Never failed to wake my cock up. Calvin knew, which was why he always started their nightly cuddles with it. If he . . . Ah, there is was. His lover was in the best mood possible. It’d been so long the two of them had been home together. There was no way the two of them would let the opportunity pass.

“Ready for some fun?” Calvin ran his tongue around the tip of my ear, nipping the lobe.

“Always, love.”

“Then . . .”

Calvin’s magical tongue trailed his neck, pausing to bite the hollow between my shoulder and neck, before he moved down to his nipple. Teeth left light stings as Calvin applied pressure to his nipple, before he laved his puckering nipple with his tongue as he trialed his hand down my spine, going lower and lower until his hand rested over one globe of my ass.

“You want me, babe?”

I nodded as Calvin’s finger slipped between my ass cheeks, tracing my pucker, which sucked the tip of his finer inside.

“Please, love. I need . . Ah, that’s it.”

Calvin’s finger slipped in, bending until he found the spot that . . . “Fuck! Do that again.”

“Nope. Going to . . .”

I jerked as his finger left my channel. “Where - -“

“Just a second.”

“Oh!” I pushed my ass back as Calvin’s head slipped inside me.

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Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since my last blog post, and I apologize for that. Life has been challenging for me since the start of the year. I am working hard to rebalance myself and get back on track. I hope this week is the restart of the blogs that I need to resume my writing time. If not, least you can enjoy and let your imagination soar over this flash fiction scene.

Julia

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Cal stretched his arm sidewards, finding warm sheets instead of the warm body he feel asleep beside. Where was . . . what was his name? Crap. Another one-night stand that he had no name for. Yet this one was majorly different. He woke up hunting him. Not just sneaking out of the guy’s house. What did that mean?

“Hey, babe.”

Cal smiled up at the guy as he soaked in his long blond hair and sculpted body. Least if he chose to remain behind for someone it was a man who had a stick and half, which had left his ass throbbing in the most amazing sort of way.

“Names’ Talbort, if you don’t remember. You were pretty lit last night.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” The man held out a cup of coffee to him. “Black. If you want something else in it, then . . .”

“No. It’s fine.” He took a sip, letting the caffinne run through his body before he spoke again. “What are you?”

“You picked up on it, did you?”

“There’d be only one reason I woke up and did not think about leaving.”

“Figured so.”

“You too?”

“Yeah. Not one to bring men home. Usually take them to a hotel.”

“So you knew last night?”

“Yes, but I knew you didn’t.”

“What are you then?”

“My full name is Talbort of the Hive. What is yours?”

Vampire. Could have been worse. Could have been a witch. His father would be pleased that he found his soulmate amongst those he was half part of. “I don’t carry a full name.”

“Halfling then.”

“Yes.”

“With what?”

“Vampire and Werewolf.”

“Least not a witch.”

“What I said.”

“They do have the worst rep. don’t they?”

“More than.” Cal bumpbed the guy’s shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got lots to talk about.”

“That we do.” Talbort smiled over at him, leaning in pressing his lips to his. “First, let’s pick up where left off last night.”

“What a plan.”

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Want to start off today’s post by saying thanks to my followers. The last month has been rough between illness and weather and I have not been able to post. Hope to start the year off on the right foot with getting back to blogging, editing and letting my creativity soar. What better way than some great flash fiction.

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My toes curled as my ass clinched, refusing to let Robert slip free from him. They’d made love for the last two hours. Small, sensual touches. Long kisses. Fingers probing, loosing him up, preparing him for Tanner’s extra long and thick cock. There was no way he would blow his load until Tanner was ready to go over with him. No matter how hard it was for him to hold back.

“Baby, let go. Let me catch you as you . . .” that was all it took. Zings raced from his ass to his dick, sending him right over the edge. His muscles tightened so fast that he knew Tanner would follow right along with him, and he did. Warmth filled him as his alpha planted his seed, hopefully his heir, deep inside him. There was no feeling better in the world. Never would be. He would always welcome his mate into his body. He would carry as man y children as the Gods let him. All would belong to the man who took his virginity and gave him the world in return.

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Hi all,

Hope all has been going well for you. Life’s been busy, slowing down my writing progress, but I still took yesterday to fit in some down time to revise another three chapters in the 7^th book of the Human-Skinned Wolves. I hope to finish it up today. That will give me a clean slate to start NaNoWrMo. It will be here before I know it. Until then, I thought I’d give you guys something simple to let your mind soar into another realm.

Hope you enjoy.

Remember, let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Charles stood back, nodding. “Perfect, boy.”

His skin itched from the praise of his Master. It’d taken him two weeks to pin down the perfect gift for his Master. His lover. His heart. His entire body and soul belonged to Master Charles Thompson. When he ordered the ten-holed, mini-red oak paddle. He knew his Master would love such a gift, even if the his gift was more suited towards him. That’s why it had taken him so long to finalize his decision. He knew the gift would bring him immense pleasure, but did that constitute a birthday gift for someone else. In the end, he realized that if it brought him pleasure, then his Master would ensure it was only used on him as a major reward. More likely that the paddle would become his Master’s favorite tool to discipline his boy.

“Boy, do you like the gift you chose me?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

“Then you know . . . it will be my knew punishment implement.”

“As you wish, Master Charles.”

“Good, Boy.” He watched Charles swing the crop a few times, then he laid it down, picking up a full on face mask. The ears were padded and sealed up. The lip section looked like a Halloween mask with the slitted openings. The eyes held zippers, that sealed away his ability to see. “That will be used as a reward when you overcome your next boundary. Do you understand, Boy?”

He hadn’t expected his Master to use the paddle as an implement to aid his Boy in overcoming his fear of full on sensory loss.

“Do you agree to try and close off your ability to see and hear?”

He would try anything for his Master, but . . . the last time they’d tried to take both from him he had freaked. Majorly. It had scared him. His Master promised they would only try it once he became secure in the use of a swing. A goal he accomplished some months ago.

“Henry?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

“Clarify, Boy.”

“I will do my best to please my Master in reaching your pleasure point with the use of the mask.”

“Then . . . You have your words. Use them if needed. Understood?”

“Yes, Master Charles.”

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week, and those in NC and SC, I hope you have avoiding Hurricane Florence, as much as possible. My prayers are with those affected by the hurricane, but I hope all are safe and received little, to no, damage. For those who have been affected by it, I hope today’s post gives you a bit of relief from the stress of the storm. For the rest of you, I just hope this starts your week off on a great note.

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Garry shoved his hands in his pocket, cursing his parents and their heritage. They never understood him. Not shocking. He wasn’t like them, or his two brothers, and his baby sister. He was a speck of brown goop on a thin piece of hay buried among a huge pile of hay. And they never let him forget it.

Today had been no different. Why had he thought it would be? It was only a major milestone in his life. Unlike his brother and sister, his slim panther went into heat every three months. The heat didn’t arrive until the age of twenty-one, and it wasn’t an easy period for an Omega Panther. Worse on those who are not claimed by anyone. Not only did the Omega Panther suffer went a constant urge to mate while his heat was on him, but if they had no mate they had to find a partner that was willing to take a chance on impregnating them. That wasn’t easy.

When an Omega Panther wasn’t in heat they had a line of men at their doors. Natural order of things among the Panther World. Why wasn’t it. After all, how else would other panthers find their mate. The signs did not appear until you were locked together. Then it was said to be like a pop of magic bursting through your skin, and throwing the Alpha, or beta, and on a rare occasion a Gama into a rut. His brother told him it was like a moment of pure bliss for the stronger panther, but for those Omega Panthers, it wasn’t fun. His brother swore that when the mate recognized his soul mate he lost himself to the drive to claim him. Worse, his brother told him the stronger panther cared little about what the Omega Panther wanted.

“You in there, Garry.”

Garry curled his knees into his chest and buried his head in his chest. He wasn’t about to open the door to anyone. He didn’t care if his body screamed for him to screw a monkey for relief. He did not want some strong ass panther taking him until his heat had by passed him. Nope. He wasn’t going to risk getting pregnant. Men did not do such.

“Come on, Garry. I know you are in there.”

Human men didn’t at least. Nope. Only strange, weak, powerless Omega Panthers did so. He would not be taken by some brute until his body was limp and sated. Nope. He had control over his panther side.

“Garry, come on, man. I know you are scared.”

Scared? What did Edwards expect from him?

“Open up and let me help you.”

No way. Did Edward think him stupid? There was no way he’d let in a Alpha Panther, even if he’d been his best friend since seventh grade.

“I can control myself. I promise.”

Nope. He wasn’t taking the chance. Not that it would have bothered him to screw Edward any other time, but not during his first heat cycle. Nope. He wanted a simple, get to know you kind of relationship. Not a fuck and imprgenant you then leave your ass to struggle through a pregnancy and raising a cub on your own.

“Listen . . . Garry, I know that you have no one to help you through this, or explain what is happening to you.”

Didn’t matter if he did or not. There was no way he was opening the door.

“I brought someone that can explain what to expect and how to ease your panther.”

“You serious?” Garry didn’t bother to yell or anything, he knew Edward would hear him through the walls.

“Yes, man. You know Darren Kites?”

He did. Man was nice and always willing to assist anyone who was struggling with any type of math. “He’s an Omega?”

“Yes.”

“You leave us be?”

“I’ll go and stay downstairs until you and him have discussed things.”

“Then stay away if I ask you to?”

Garry heard Edward sighed, but the soft yes that slipped free of him eased a huge part of Garry’s throbbing heart. He didn’t need to see Edward to know that his head hung low and his fist were clinched. It was Edward’s natural reaction to anything he disliked, and he knew his best friend would be displeased about being asked to leave him be. Course he would. He was an Alpha Panther near a Omega Panther that was in heat.

“I’m leaving.”

Garry uncurled from the painful ball he’d squashed himself into and moved to his front door. He opened it a tiny bit, but left the safety chain in place.

“It’s just me, Garry.”

He shut the door and unchained the door, opening it for Darren. “Come in.”

“Going to tell you right up front, what you’ve been told is not true.”

“What? How do you . . .” Edward. “He had no right to . . .” Course he would tell Darren what he knew. He was his best friend. He had begged him to find an Omega Panther to talk to since the night they’d gotten drunk and he let his deepest fear slip from his lips. That night things had changed between them. Not in a bad way. Nope. They’d became closer. Spent more time together. Nothing sexual, but there been times that Garry would have loved for Edward to take him in the most natural manner of a panther, but he’d never showed interest in him, so Garry kept his desires to himself.

“He’s worried about you.”

“He’s an Alpha Panther.”

“Yes, but what you’ve been told is incorrect.”

“What . . . My mom said . . .” would she have lied to him? Surely not. His father told him the same thing. So had his brother. Did they all lie to him. “My mom, dad, and brother - -“

“Your family are what you would call Alpha Controlled.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a family who believes they are above anyone else. I bet they have never been around a Beta, or Gama, have they?”

“No. That would . . .” Crap. Darren was right. All his family, right down to his grandparents viewed anyone other than another Alpha as lower class. “Is that why . . .”

“Most Alpha Controlled families kill any child born below their Alpha Status. Most view it as a disgrace for one of their children to be born something other than Alpha. In fact, very few of the Alpha Controlled families give birth to anything other than Alpha. There’s something about their blood that breeds nothing but Alpha. Those who bare children other than Alphas take it as an offense against their lives. View it as they did something wrong in their life and have to make amends for it. That’s why most kill the child they view as defected. Those who let their non-alpha children live usually feed them lies and treat them like shit.”

Fit his family like a tee. Neither of his parnts every gave him praises, came to watch him in events in school, or took him to any gathering. He was always left behind with a baby sitter. Still, . . . how could his family openling lie to him about what he would go through. If they had then . . .

“That’s why Edward did not knock the door down?”

“I assume you were told that an Alpha next to an in heat Omega Panther would tear through anything to get to him. Right?”

“Basically.”

“Did that happen?”

“No, but surely . . . Edward has always had great control over his panther.”

“True, but if what your family said was right then why did Nitro not rush across the hall the moment your scent penetrated the airwaves.”

Crap. He’d forgotten that his neighbor was an Alpha Panther. How come . . . Why hadn’t he . . . he kicked flopped down onto the couch and motionted for Darren to sit. “Think  . . . no, I know I need the truth.”

“I’ll make it quick and let you get to easing the distress that is wearing at you.”

“That would  be great.” He was barely controlling his urges for relief. Looked as if he’d spend his first heat cycle with his hand. Nothing more than he’d expected, but at least he’d know if he had to keep himself locked away until it passed.

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Hi,

Hope all are enjoying their Labor Day Holiday. Myself, I’ve been finalizing the last few aspects of Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6. Doesn’t mean I can’t take a few minutes out to give you guys your weekly Flash Fiction Fix.

Hope you enjoy and are able to let your imagination soar.

Julia

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Karen ran her hand over her face, groaning at the mess spread across the rich brown hardwood floor. What had Danny been thinking. He knew her boss was stopping by to drop off some last minute briefs that he needed typed up. He knew how important her job was to him. Did he totally forget his mind during the Full Moon.

“Uh . . . I don’t . . .”

“Do not give me an excuse.” She snapped and snatched up an empty pizza box. “I know you turn all furry and stalk mice once a month, but does that mean you have to draw everyone in the damn neighborhood to our home?”

“I . . . Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cover this mess.” She shoved the box into his arms. “Help me get this shit up.”

“Do you really think I hunt mice?” Danny laid the box down and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a huge black bag.

“I don’t know.” She didn’t. He did not give her details about that aspect of his life. All he’d told her was that he was a Cat Shifter and that once a month he would fade into a large cat that she needed to avoid. She’d made sure to do so. Normally. That night had been the first time she’d came to the house on a Full Moon. “Why is there such a mess?”

“Some of the . . . A few of my . . . Had some company.”

“You telling me that every month I leave you to have a boys night out?”

“No.” Danny dropped a armful of empty chip bags into the garbage bag. “Sometimes.”

“Not again.” She dropped the empty bear box. “You can go elsewhere each full moon. I’m not giving up my house again for your . . . furry ass.”

“Huh?” Danny froze where he stood. “I . . . This is the only place . . .”

“I know it is, but you can spend the night in the woods if you have to have space.” She crossed her arms. “or at one of your buddies houses.” She kicked a half full box of sodas. “That or I’m out.” She was tired of being in the dark. If he had not other option than to keep that aspect of his life from him, then he could keep it out of their place.

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine was full of some light preparing for upcoming NaNoWrMo. Can’t believe it is a little over two months away. That also means I have to get the final edit done on Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6 and the cover designed. Lots of work coming my way. Thankfully, I have a light week next week and can devote lots of time to editing. Before I dive into that, I wanted to share this flash fiction scene with you.

Hope you enjoy and remember, let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Cain wiped the sweat off his forehead and pressed the balls of his feet into the pavement, refusing to rush across the street and claw the life from the bear that wrapped his short brown fur covered legs around Lady Beauty. Lady Beauty had been promised to her by Lord Draft. Everyone knew this. Lord Draft had sent out the notice some five years ago. The day the two of them ran across Lady Beauty. The day that Lord Draft approached her, questioning her as to why she had not reported herself to him. Lord Draft hadn’t been upset, or angry, but been stern about the laws. Laws that Lady Beauty had been clueless to. She had swore that she had no idea that anyone like her hid among Earth. Her mother had always told her she was a special lady and that her life would be long and lonely. It had been in that minute that Cain made a promise to prove her wrong. He had reached down his mental path with Lord Draft and claimed her as his in that moment. Lord Draft had agreed and sealed them together then, but told him he had to wait until she was ready to accept him. A fact that had not set well with Cain, but a fact he understood and agreed to watch over her from afar. The first time he saw the Bear Shifter clamber up to her backyard he had gone to Lord Draft and informed him that he would be approaching her and taking her into him. Lord Draft had agreed and wished him luck. That had been ten days ago. He had waited and watched to see how integrated the Bear Shifter had inserted himself into Lady Beauty’s life. The bear had visited her twice a day. Each time Lady Beauty took him inside for a couple of hours and then the bear left. That hadn’t been the case that day. They had remained outside. The bear remained in bear form and sat down, opening his bear arms up to her. She had walked into them and sat down, letting him wrap her up in them. That had been the last straw. There would be no more of that . She belonged to him. It was him that she should come to for comfort. The Bear Shifter knew the laws, he was sure of that. It had been that even that had him fighting for control. Fighting to remain calm and approach them with ease, not a fevous anger.

“Lady Beauty,” he spoke loud enough that they would hear him before he crossed into her backyard.

The Bear Shifter stiffened, but released Lady Beauty, who gingerly rose to her feet and held out her arms to him.

“You would openly embrace me after allowing him to do the same to you?”

“You are angry.”

“Yes. I have right to be.”

“Not really.” Lady Beauty patted the bear’s arm and he ambled to his feet and then stumbled into the woods behind him. “I was doing nothing wrong.”

“You was.”

“How so?”

“I can tell you are aware of my claim on you.”

“I am.”

“Then you know that you should not be embracing any other Supernatural Creature.”

“I can embrace whoever I wish. I have not accepted your claim. Nor am I going to, if you keep up this show of male dominance.”

Cain stepped back and tilted his head. His inner beast stirred at the challenge, but not in anger. Nope. His cock hardened so fast it should have split his jeans.

“Do you not think it wise to ask why I allowed someone else to embrace me?”

“No.”

“Then your claim will never be accepted.”

“Doesn’t have to be.”

“That is where you are wrong.”

“You were enlightened to our way of life.”

“I was, which is why I do not have to accept your claim. You chose me without my consent. I have eight months to accept you from the time you approach me. You approached me over five years ago. Never came for me.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Did you not claim me the same day you and Lord Draft discovered me?”

“How did you . . .”

“Mr. Sam showed me the notification he received from Lord Draft.”

Okay, the bear had a name. That gave him something to research. What he didn’t understand was that he’d invesitagated every supernatural being within ten miles of her. No one named Sam was listed among those ten being. Who was he? How come he was not listed? Was he a threat to Lady Beauty?

“What is Mr. Sam’s last name?”

“Does not matter.”

“Does. He is not listen among our kind.”

“Just because you are some big shot does not give you the right to charge in here and upturn people’s lives. I think you have done enough of that by claiming me and not coming to me.”

“I could not.”

“Why is that?”

“If you saw the notification then you know the reason.”

“I do, but if you truly wanted me you would not have allowed such.”

Did she have a point? How could she? He was abiding by the law. There was nothing wrong with that. It was natural to do so. She agreed to . . .

“Mr. Cain Struggles,” A deep rich voice that he had not heard in over ten years reached his ears as a man he thought dead walked into the clearing, pausing twenty feet from Lady Beauty.

Cain couldn’t believe it. Mr. Sam, aka Samuel Sawyers, the baddest bawler among the Supernatural World stood in front of him. The man had been sent out to eliminated a nest of Vampires and never came back. “You are thought to be dead.”

“I should be.” Mr. Samuel Sawyers pointed at Lady Beauty. “She found me in a cave some five miles in the woods. Has been treating me every since.”

Damn. His woman had been aiding a harmed shifter. “What happened to you?”

“I cleaned the nest out, but one of the vampires was Lord Tangler’s son.”

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Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I posted. Sorry for that. Things have been a bit crazy around the house and it has taken me some down time to get going again. I hope that the last few days of editing, and making my weekly post is a sign of more days among the world of words.

Today’s scene simply comes from my fingers flying across the board while I sip my Cold Brew and stare at a black and white photo of an large mythical bird flying through a cove of flowers, trees, and other black and white plants that my mind can vividly see as bright green.

I hope the scene allows you to let your mind soar while you read.

Julia

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He chewed on the fingernails that no longer existed – who named there son Ox – praying that he got the approval required for him and Ox to be one for the rest of their lives. It wasn’t an easy process. Ox had to prove to his leader that I had a solid understanding of Ox’s strange way of life. How did one do that? How could someone ensure another person, a powerful person, a man of authority, that someone could accept that soon as Ox, a man that was loved more than someone entire life, had the approval that he would have to answer to Ox. Hand over his entire life. There’d be no more making decision about his life. Ox would have the last say on what he could do. Where he could work. If he could work. How the housework would be done, even though Ox would never lift a finger to help. That once he sealed himself to Ox that he, a man, would be able to conceive a child. Not something that he totally understood, but he could accept it. Not like he hadn’t dreamed of children. Just not carrying them. He’d seen him and Ox going to adopt a little boy, or girl, that needed a home.

Basically, Ox had to prove that the man he chose, the man he knew would accept that buried deep in side him was a wild, untamed demon, who required total control.

The door squeaked as it opened. Ox’s tall, broad shoulders fill the doorway. There was no smile. No frown. Simply stoic expression. He propped himself against the doorframe and then held his hand out to him.

“Well?” he made his way over to his man.

“Come give your life over to me.”

They had it. Ox had done it. They would be one for the rest of their lives.

“You changed your mind?” a deep voice rumbled behind him, making him sprint over to Ox and wrap his arms around his waist.

“No, Sir.”

“You feared getting my approval?”

Ox stpped out fo the doorway, revealing a man that’s head all but brushed the top of the doorframe.

“Yes, Sir.”

Ox hugged him tighter, giving him a light squeeze. “My man fears everything. I bet he had been chewing on the tips of his fingers.”

“You mean fingernails?” Ox’s leader said.

“No.” Ox lifted his hand and showed them to the stranger. “You see he has a bad habit, that I can’t seem to break him of.”

“The combining might solve that problem.”

“When can we have it, Sir?”

“Soon as you leave.” The man patted Ox’s shoulder. “Go start your new life. Take my greatest happiness with you and bring your man into our world and start the next phase of your life.”

Ox nodded and tugged him towards the main door, nodding at the woman sitting behind the receptions desk.

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Hi,

Hope all had a great fourth of July. Mine was great. Spent it with my mom and dad. Perfect way to enjoy myself. Gave me the best setup to go back to my free write. Love it when more of my story springs to life like it came from the pits of the earth.

This week I chose to do a Photo Flash Fiction, so I hope you enjoy what I come up with.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Rain dripped from her hair as she screamed the initial pain of the change from a human body to one that belonged to the night. She’d been told by Jack that it would not be easy upon waking, but to her it felt like every other day of her life. She woke each morning with a deep desire to scream for someone to rescue her from the house of horror that her dad condemned her to five years ago. A house of nothing but women who sold themselves in order to please one man. The man that gave them their next fix. She’d been told over and over that if she only subcummed to the high of whatever drug she was offered that she’d be able to make it through the long hours of standing on the corner. She’d tried to run many nights, each time being caught and taken back to the one who owned her. The one who had stolen her innocence. Who had bought her because she held her viginity close to her heart. She had given up hope on escaping her cruel and abusive life, until the night that Jack purchased her for a couple of hours.

Her first look upon his face put the fear of God in her, but his soft tone and promise to do nothing  but talk to her put her at ease. She had doubted he would live up to his word, but it had been nice to hear kindness. To feel like someone would listen to her. Take her at her word. He had. Then offered to give her the escape that she longed for. Even promised he’d be there upon her new entrance to her new life. Be there to teach her how to cope. Deal. Live. Even protect her from unwanted advances from others. Part of her had expected his words to be a lie, but the way he described his world appealed to her twenty-times more than the one she lived in, so she’d accepted his offer.

“Rachael,” Jack’s tall, lanky body swayed into view, “how are you feeling?”

Her mouth opened and a second scream of pain rippled from her. She had not expected the wave to hit, which is what brought her to her knees. Before she could even stop her loud shrill Jack was at her side wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, pressing her head into the protection of his body.

“Breath, chérie. Breath.”

Right. That’s was all she needed to do. Breath. Gain control of her own mind. Stop the racing and whirling consuming her mind. Then she could take the next step into her new life.

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Hi,

Hope all have huge plans for the 4^th of July. I’m going to be spending time with my family. That thought is what led me to this week’s flash fiction scene.

Hope you enjoy.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

Julia

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Rex picked up a stray sock and shoved it into his closest. His mom never looked under the beds or in the closets. He hoped Kale’s didn’t. He thought he’d been nervous when he turned thirteen and went through his Development Rite of Passage. His dad had put a lot of pressure on him to chose the demon skill of foreteller. There had not been a son in the Hackler’s family, which had made each male to push their sons to learn the family skill. It had  been a no-brainer for him, but Rex still feared that the rare chance that the Devil himself would come from the Underworld and chose for him. It did not happen much, but every once in a while the Devil chose a lucky, or unluky, soul to gain the skills set he need for his future army. Every one he chose had a birthday on the 4^th of July, which happened to be his.

“Rex, honey, you with me?”

Rex shook his head. “Sorry, my mind was wondering down memory lane.”

“You going to be okay, baby?”

“Sure.”

Rex hadn’t met Kale’s family yet, even thought they’d been together for two years. Kale’s family had a hard time coping when their son came out to them. Rex’s family had taken Kale into their bosom and treated him like they would have any in-law their daughter, or son chose. The first time his mom met Kale she’d swooped him into a huge hug and promised to take care of him until her dying last breath. She had. So had the rest of his family. Their death fell on his head. He’d known that one day his past jobs would catch up to him and they had.

Five months ago, one of Amaymon’s son took offense to him being charged with stepping out on his wife. It wasn’t a major crime, but his wife took him to the cleaners when she filed for divorce. Divorce wasn’t something taken lightly among the Demon World, which meant Amaymon’s son had disgraced his family’s name. The Amaymon’s family was looked up to since Amaymon was the King of the South. Rex assumed the disgrace was why Amaymon’s son came tracked him down. He’d been on another assignment and Amaymon’s son decided to take his revenge out on Kale. His ultimate downfall was when he attacked Kale when he was at his in-laws. His mother and sister had been the only ones at home with him and they attacked back, protecting their family member. They had ultimately lost their lives. Kale might have lost his, if Rex’s father and brothers had not arrived to eliminate the threat. Too damn bad they’d been a few minutes late.

Kale had tried to make amends for the last five months, which was why Rex found himself meeting his in-laws for the first time. Kale hoped his family had came to terms with his choice to spend his life with a man. Rex had told him over and over that it was not necessary, but his lover wanted to do something that would give him a mother back.

Rex feared his in-laws would reject him and hurt his husband’s feelings. If that happened, Rex would not be held responsible for what he did to them. No one could get by with harming his husband, not even his own family.

“They are here.”

Great. Rex took a deep breath and cleared his mind. Open mind. That was how he would greet Kale’s family. Just like Kale had met his.

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Hi,

Hope all the fathers around the world had a great day. I spent mine writing in the morning and then the afternoon with my dad, then topped the day off with us celebrating my mother’s b-day. (Both fell on the same day). It was a great day. Hope every one else had such a wonderful day. If not, then maybe this short scene will start your week off on the right foot.

Have a great day.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

Julia

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All I could see was his glowing eyes. It made no sense to me. He’d said he had a secret to tell me, but . . . he’d said nothing about it coming through his eyes. He had to be wearing contacts. Right? Only thing that made sense. People’s eyes did not glow orangish-yellow. Nope.

“Neat contacts.”

“Robin, I am . . . Not contacts. My true side is coming forward to greet you.”

True side? What did that mean? David was as sane as me? Or . . . he had been until then. Then he believed he had a second side. Even wore contacts to . . .

“Greet me?”

David nodded. “He believes you will accept him.

What did that mean? No one had two sides. Ok, some did, but that was more . . . It wasn’t a separate being buried inside them. Then again . . .

She walked up to David and rested her hand over his eyes, then removed it when the orangish-yellow seeped between her fingers as it grew brighter. Contact could not give that affect. David . . . Shit. He wasn’t kidding. Was he? Was there any other way he could pull such a trick off? None that she knew of, which meant . . . Shit. He was telling the truth. Lord, have mercy, was she really buying into David’s story. He had said he could give her proof. Glowing eyes had her teetering on the edge of belief, but she . . .

“Need more proof.”

“Okay.” David stood up taller and lifted his arms to the sky.

His face elongated and his eyes rolled back in his head as the unusual colored eyes seemed to surround his entire face. Robin wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew one thing . . . David had told her the truth and she’d asked for the inner side of David. The side he had called his True s Side. His Inner Spirit. Demon side. Crap. What had she asked him to do? What was she supposed to do? Run? Step back? Would fleeing make him chase her? She didn’t know, but wasn’t going to chance it, so she simply pulled out the dining room table chair and sat down and waited.

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Hope your weekend was great and that your Monday has started off on the right foot. If not, I hope the small break you are taking to read today’s flash fiction helps you relax and that your mind is able to soar into the scene I wrote today.

Have a great day and remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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It had worked. Years of never siring another like me had came to an end by the method that I saw on the TV. Who would have known? How did the creator of the television show known? Why had I tried such an absurd idea?

A scream ripped the air as the woman I loved for the last five years sat on the pile of dirt that had been her grave for one night. Her fangs glistened off the half cloud covered moon. Better yet, was that the blood red lingerie I buried her in had been filled out nicely. Not that she hadn’t looked amazing before, but adding my blood to hers had increased her beauty ten-fold. What other changes had turning her into my perfect mate had taken place over night. Would she crave blood like me? Would she be able to walk in the sun, or be a creature of the night like me? Would it harm her to try? Could I even ask her to attempt such? No. I would not put her at risk. I had learned the hardway that I could not go out during the day.

“I’m thirsty.”

Course she was. Why had I not thought of that? I should have known. Yet . . . how would I have? I’d been a blood drinking creature of the night so long I no longer knew when, or how I became such.

“Teddy?”

“Okay,” I held my hand out. “Come on, let’s go get your some food.”

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Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was busy and I did not get in much writing, but today is my dedicated day to writing. So I hope that this short flash fiction scene allows your imagination soar, like it did me when I saw the photo.

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I’d never seen anything like it. The owl sat perched on my leg, staring me in the eye. Movement seemed to have ceased. No other birds chirped. Crickets were quiet. It created a spooky atmosphere, but I was not scared. I knew my bird friend would not harm me.

My other friends freaked out when the owl perched itself on the railing. Hell, when the friendly wild bird hopped onto my lap they took off inside. Shara, my best friend, shouted at me to get inside, but I couldn’t do so. I had to run my fingers through the soft, silky feathers and stare into the bright blue eyes. I wasn’t sure how long I had sat there with the bird on my lap, but by the time it moved back to the railing all but Shara had left.

“Girl, get your ass in here.”

I’d take on more look at the amazing creature and went inside, knowing she was going to give me down the road for being so enthralled by such a wild creature, but I couldn’t help it. The bird had came to my house every night since I was mugged on my way home. Something about the bird eased my distress when I had to leave the house. I wasn’t sure why, but my gut told me that the bird was watching over me.

“You drive me mad.” Shara snatched her purse from the table. “Rest of the girls went home an hour ago. If you care.” She huffed. “I wasn’t going to leave you here for that wild beast to maul.”

“it wouldn’t have.”

“Right.” Shara moved to the door. “Call me tomorrow.”

“Will do.” I watched the door close and then spun back to the balcony. The owl had not moved. He sat with his head high and his eye latched onto me.

An invisible pull had me opening the door and sitting down at the bar. The owl hopped down and waddled to my feet, stopping. It was then that my entire life perspective shifted, right along with the owl.

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Hope all had a great week. Once again, this scene comes from me just sitting down and letting my fingers fly. Hope you all are able to let your imagination soar when you read it.

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I ducked Carl’s fist cuasing him to shove it into the dry wall. Wasn’t my goal, but it gave me a minute to step around him and brace myself for his next attack. I expected him to freak when he found out about me belonging to the Supernatural World. Most humans despised us. Some hunted us. Some exerpientent on us, with and without permission. It had been like that for the last ten years. The humans just could not come to terms with my kind. I never thought Carl would fall into that catergory. Not alfter us being an item for over five years.

“Come back here you freak.” Carl braced his foot on the wall and jerked his hand free, spinning to face him. “You are not,” he lunged for me, but I dodged left, making him fall. He caught himself, landing in a pushup position.

“Come on, Carl.” I took four steps back. “You have known me for years.”

“I wouldn’t have if you told me who what you were.” He huffed and got to his feet. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Keep this from me. Tell me now.”

“Do you have to ask why I kept this from you?” His reaction spoke volumes. Even after considering his reaction, my heart told me, and convinced me, that my species would not matter to him.

“What did you expect from me? That I would just . . . not give a damn?” Carl moved to the hallway closest, extracting one of his suitcases. “You are a fucking animal.”

“Hey.”

“Don’t hey me, Justin.” Carl walked past him, bumping his shoulder, making him stumble to the left. “You should have told me from the start. Given me the chance to decide if I wanted to fuck and animal or not.”

Answer was pretty clear. It’s also why I had not told him from the start. I’d hoped that after some time he would be accepting. Wrong. Looked like his lover of five years only cared about . . . what bothered him the most. Not knowing? Me being a Supernatural?

“What bothers you the most?” My stomach spun around and around as fast as my mind was. Not so much as sickness, but burning anger. “Don’t bother.” Didn’t matter anyway. All that did was that Carl made his stance on Supernatural beings clear as glass. “Just get out of here.”

“Be glad to.” Carl walked into the room they’d shared and slammed the door.

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Hi,

I know lately there has not been much paranormal aspects to my flash fiction, for that I apologize. I hope to rectify that, but I can’t promise. When I sit down to write these flash fiction post I simply let my imagination. in soar free and I have no control of what comes from So, I hope that whatever I come up with each week allows you to let your imagination soar.

Enjoy

Julia

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Did he really expect me to believe that? No way. Not happening. There are people who might buy into the shit he was spilling, but not me.

“I promise I am not crazy.”

“Right.” She grabbed her tote bag and stood. “Don’t call me again.”

She barely made it to the door before a big black beast with white tipped ears  blocked her path. Like most people with common sense I took three steps back and froze. Not sure why people do that when they should be running to safety. Used to think it was just something people said, but . . .

“Don’t run.”

“Donald?” She scanned the room, but Donald was nowhere to be found. Apparently, he released this wolf like dog and left her to fend for herself.

“I am right here.”

Another scanned proved him wrong. But he somehow managed to keep talking to her.

“I am inside the wolf’s body.”

“Wolf?” He really thought her gullible. “Where are you? Where are the microphones hidden. Camera? Not a good joke. Just call her beast off and let me leave.”

“You are perfectly safe.” The wolf took another step to me and dropped to his belly, letting his large head rest on her feet. “I would never harm you. Nor would my wolf. You belong to us, whether you like it, or believe, not.”

Okay. Breath. You have a huge dog-wolf resting his head on your feet. It has not made a move to attack. Donald was somewhere talking through a microphone playing some kind of joke on her. Right? The wolf at her feet ran his head up the side of her leg, stopping at her knee to lick the bar skin showing there.

“You are the most beautiful woman. I am one lucky guy to have found the one person who can hear my wolf. It is rare for my kind to find someone so special.”

“Where the fuck are you Donald?”

“Right at your feet. Reach down and pet my wolf, then he will recede and you will have your proof.”

She wasn’t sure why she reached down and ran her hand over the top of the large beast’s head, but soon as her hand left his head a light brown glow appeared around him. When it faded a very naked Donald knelt at his feet.

“Shit.”

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Hope all had a great time celebrating their mothers. I sure did. Not sure where this week’s flash fiction came from, but I hope you all are able to let your imagination soar when you read.

Have a great week.

Julia

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It’s all he does. Come home. Sit down. Kick his shoes off. Lift the leg of his recliner and click the TV on. That’s it. No hello. No how was your day. Nothing. What was I doing? Where was my life gong? I had nothing left. Mom died two years ago. Dad five years before that. No brothers or sisters. Cousins deglore, but am not close to any of them. The ones I was, have their own families and that is the way it should be, but it leaves me with a man that has little to say to me, or do with me. Yet, I still do what I always do. Wait on him. Cook for him. Give him my heart. Why? What do I gain? What should I do? My mind says leave him and start over, but I’m too old to do that. I set my life’s path in motion so many years ago. Now I am stuck with it. Aren’t I?

“Miss,”

I looked up and the shiny green eyes captivated me so much that I forgot to respond to him. Not that he seemed to mind. He kept right on going.

“I was wondering if you cared if I joined you.”

My head shook, but eye remained latched onto his.

“Thanks. This place is packed.”

Always was. That’s why I had chosen it. I could drown in the noside of others people’s conversation while I debated the never ending situation of my life.

“You come here often?”

I squared my shoulders and forced my eyes to take in the rest of him. Nice slender face with a ski-slope nose that was emphasized by his plump lips. What would they feel like against mine? What was I thinking. There was no reason for me to consider kissing someone else. I was living with someone. Devoted to him. Even though life sucked.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” How could one word sound so helpless.

“Seems like there’s a lot on your mind. Why not let it go and tell me about some of the interesting things around town. I’m new to this area.”

I could do that. There was no harm in that as long as I kept my mind from taking in his broad shoulders. His thick muscled arms. All I had to do was tell him about the sites around town. Not that hard. Do that, drink my coffee, and then leave. I can do that.”

“Well, I suggest . . .”

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The past week was busy, so I am looking forward to taking you two on a special trip into my mind this week. There is no saying, no photo, or anything else that this scene comes from. It simply is what came to my mind as I sat in the coffee house. Hope you enjoy and remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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“That’s it.” My body arched up as Damon ran his smooth fingers across the top of my cock. It was beckoning for his touch, but it never came.

“Not yet, lover.”

“Please.” What was I begging for? More of his touch? Yes. Him to rush? Yes. His love? Yes.

“We have to stop.” My mind might have been thinking logical, but my body betrayed me. It arched into his touch, sighed from the tingling sensation racing up his spine. “Don’t stop.”

“Which is it, lover?”

Both. Neither. Stop. Go. Keep it up. Who was he kidding there would be no serious talk tonight, which is what Damon had wanted. Only time Damon brought out the gentle touches and lover talk was when he did not want listen to what I had to say. And with good reason.

“You with me, lover.”

Hot breath brushed across his ear as long hair fluttered across his bare chest. Where had his shirt gone? Had he taken off? No. Shit. He was further gone in the midst of Damon’s distraction than ever before. He always remembered to halt it before clothes were taken off.

“Crap.” I gripped the back of Damon’s head and twisted it so I could claim his mouth. If his lover was going to beat him into submission then he would chose when he gave in and if he gave in with a fight, or not.

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Hope all had a great week. My wasn’t as productive as I had hoped. I only managed to write a few thousand words, but I was ahead so I will be winning Camp NaNo this month. Now, onto the scene. Hope you enjoy and remember let your imagination soar when you read and write.

Julia

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Kyle jiggled his arms for his Master when asked. He knew his Master only did so to ensure himself that the cuffs were not too tight. Kyle knew his Master would never harm him. It’s why he loved the man so much. He just wished his Master would return the love. It wasn’t uncommon for a Submissive to fall in love with his Master, and most of the time the love was receipricated. Not in his case. His Master was deeply in loved with another man. A man who despised the BDSM Lifestyle. Made no sense to Kyle. How could someone who was deep into the lifestyle love a man who hated it.

Him and his Master met every other day to run a scene, or two. The fourth time they had met, Kyle had made a move on his Master, but was rebuffed and told there would never been such between them. It had crushed him, but he told his Master he understood and never made another approach on him. That’s why tonight shocked him so much.

“Do you not wish,” his Master’s hand stroked his hardening cock, “my touch?”

“Yes, Master. God yes.” More than his Master knew. He had dreamed of being touched and taken by the man who bore a stone cold face when he wielded a crop.

“Then beg me for me.”

More? What was going on? Kyle’s entire body jerked at the mere idea that he might get another intimate touch from his Master, but his mind screamed that the man was toying with him. After all, they’d been locked in a contract for over a year and it was stated clearly that no sexual aspect would arise.

“Master,” he waited for his Master’s permission to speak.

“Yes, boy.”

“As much as I want and crave your hands on me, I’m . . .”

“Confused?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” His Master stepped back and crossed his arms. “That is what I wanted from you.”

Huh? His master wanted him confused? What was going on?

“I needed to make sure you understood our contract before I asked for us to renegotiate it.”

“What!” Had he done something wrong? Made a comment he wasn’t suppose to? Disrespected his Master in some way?

“Calm down, my boy.”

Master’s hands ran up his arm and down his bare chest. “I just think it is time we took our relationship to another level.”

“Sir?”

“Not know. Let’s meet tomorrow and discuss us.” His Master pressed his chest against his side and stepped back, adjusting himself as he did so.

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Hope all had a great week. Mine has been super busy, but productive. I managed to surpass the halfway point of my 30,000 word Camp NaNo word count goal this past week. Looking for more productivity in the upcoming week.

Hope you enjoy this week’s flash fiction scene.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

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Hank’s arm was red and soar from the continuously rubbing. What was he to do? He’d asked Rex to meet him here to tell him his deepest, darkest secret, and found himself unable to move. How was he suppose to talk to his best friend. His lover of five years. His time was up. The Lord of his Clan demanded he either chose Rex as his forever man, or kick him to the curve. Last wasn’t an option and he wasn’t so keen on settling down. It had never been in his mind when he met Rex. All that had been was taking care of the man who had been abandoned and broken hearted by some dickwad.

“Hey.” Rex hugged him tight and took the seat across from him. “Nice to see you tonight.”

“Sure is.” Hank rarely saw Rex during the week. Most of the time his job as the enforcer for his Clan kept him busy during the week.

“So . . .” Rex nodded to the waitress as she walked up. “Coffee, black, please.” The petite lady nodded and rushed back behind the bar. “Scardie woman.”

“You cause everyone to get tongue tied.” Hank liked that fact about Rex. He was unaware of how gergous he was and what kind of effect he had on others. Each step the man made turned heads. He had the perfect sandy-brown wavy hair that hung just over his shoulders and felt as baby soft as a newborn’s skin.

“So, what’s brought up this unexpected visit?” Rex waited until the waitress sat his drink down and left the table. “I mean . . . I like seeing you whenever I can, but you are the one who set the weekend only rule.”

He had been. It had been his way of them remaining separate, but it had did little to keep him from getting attached to the beauty, which is why he found himself in the position he was in. he could still hear his Clan Officiantor ordering him to either tell him, or dump him. That had been his words. Harsh as they were, there was no other way to put what had to have been done. He knew the rules when he got involved with a human. He was no different than any other of his clan members. Rules were there for the race’s overall protection.

“Have to tell you something.” Hank shook his head when Rex went to take his hand. It wasn’t until that minute that he knew what he was going to do. It wasn’t until then that he realized how fearful he was of settling down. So much that he would risk . . . The words he never thought would cross his lips were out of them before he could take his next breath. “We need to see other people.”